Same here, down to the year.
But thinking back to early school days reminds me of one concession I made to dexterity: I learned to use scissors right-handed, because the lone pair of lefty scissors in elementary school classrooms (if indeed they had one at all), was inevitably a dull, half-functional piece of shit. :mad:
I wonder if the lefty scissors still have green handles, like they used to?
Ah yes, the “separate but equal” lefty scissors. 
This.
Well sinister Bubba Watson just won the Masters again.
Mike Weir and Phil Mickelson will fit him with the other jacket in a secret ceremony tonight. :leftyshake:
Another utensil designed without us in mind is the butter knife. A lefty has to either contort their arm and wrist unnaturally, or slice off the back end of the stick and scoop away from you to catch the slice.
I’m a lefty, but haven’t really seen it as a problem since I stopped writing in cursive back in high school. Speaking of cursive, remember learning to write overhand so that your script would slant the same way as righthanded script did?
I’m a lefty, I married a lefty, and both of our kids are lefties.
i can mouse and throw a frisbee right-handed, and that’s about it.
Recent presidents have been mostly lefties, and look at the mess we’re in.
Geez, was that Mrs Bennett? 6th grade? I write left handed. I shoot right eyed. I use scissors right handed. I’ve learned to use whichever side feels right. I can write rigth handed, it’s torture. The nuns rapped my knuckles for a half year, until Mom figured it out, and pulled me out of the Catholic school.
Both my daughters are right hand dominant. One is right eyed, one is left. Both can hit at the which they aim.
I’m left-handed, footed, and eyed. Pretty much the only things I can use right-handed are scissors (death to green-handled “special” scissors!), computer mice, and lighters.
When I was in kindergarten, our teacher helpfully told us “The hand you write with is your right hand!!!” I still have to think real hard when giving directions.
There are no other lefties in my family, and my parents had to get a guy down the street to teach me how to tie my shoes properly because I just couldn’t manage to get it. It probably took me until my mid-twenties to learn how to cut my own meat safely, and like delsina363, I am still deathly afraid of potato peelers.
I do not do the “curl-over” when writing, though. My hand is straight and covered in ink. I don’t care which way my letters lean.
OMG, someone brought up potato peelers!! I thought it was just this lefty!! My grandma MADE me use one once, and a peel actually landed on the ceiling. She gave up.
DEATH TO NOTEBOOKS WITH THE WIRE SPIRAL ON THE LEFT SIDE!!!
I have no trouble with veggie/potato peelers. Saws, knives, and scissors are the scary things. :eek:
Especially if you need to use them while sitting at one of those half-desks that only covers the right side. My neck still hurts from sitting sideways and looking at the board, and I graduated high school 20 years ago.
Leftie here. Everything’s left-handed with a couple of exceptions. I bat and golf right-handed, and never had a choice about using scissors like kids do nowadays.
Mom was a rightie. Dad would have been a full-time leftie if the nuns hadn’t beaten it out of him. As a result he was a sort of ambie.
Sis is a full-time rightie with one exception. She writes on paper with her left - and get this: writes on a blackboard with her right. Always said she was strange… :dubious:
I use the potato peeler in my left hand, then slice the potatoes with the knife in my right hand. Feels awkward to use the potato peeler in my right hand, and it feels awkward to use the knife in my left hand.
You can sit with us ambiclumsies, MB, but you must bring chocolate.
Huh, I never thought of this before just now, but hammers are a perfect example of my fine motor skills = left, gross motor skills = right dichotomy.
When I’m hammering a nail, say to hang a picture frame, I’m lefty all the way - I need aim. If I’m swinging a sledgehammer, or a two-handed axe, I go righty - I need power. Right hand over left, axe or hammer head goes back over the right shoulder for a swing. Instinctively. Weird.
I’m 40 and I just learned something new about my own body, thanks to you. 